To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
and to run where
the brave dare not go
to right the unrightable wrong,
and to love pure and chaste from afar,
to try when your arms are too weary,
to reach the unreachable star:
this is my quest.

To follow that starno matter how hopeless,no matter how far,to fight for the rightwithout question or pause,to be willing to march, march into hellfor that heavenly cause

And I know
if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest
that my heart
will lie peaceful and calm
when I’m laid to my rest
and the world will be
better for this:

That one man, scorned
and covered with scars,
still strove with his last
ounce of courage
to reach the unreachable,
the unreachable,
the unreachable star,
and I’ll always dream
the impossible dream

“Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, every present, because immortal.”